Monday, November 30, 2015

Our readers have some advice on how to encourage the spanker to give a harder, longer spanking.

Six of the best: My advice would be for the spankee to become more naughty. So the
spanker has all the more reason to spank your knickers down bare
bottom.

Baxter: I think the spanker needs a reason to spank.Yesterday I got my wife
royally pissed off at me and I let things simmer down. After an hour or
so, I sat on the couch next to her and told her I was sorry and
suggested that I be punished. She agreed so we went to the lower back
bedroom. I laid out the paddles and crop and handed her the thick wooden
paddle. She eagerly spanked me with it. but the reality of a spanking
is that it hurts. So as much as I wanted her to paddle hard, the reality
is that I couldn't take much at one time. So she spanked me six times
and I moved away and then moved back into position for another six and
this went on for several repetitions. Eventually my bottom was sore and
red. So the thing is that the spanker may want to continue, but can the
spankee stand the pain? Good questions.

Nina: Hi Hermione, I think communicating that more is needed is good. The HoH
could still decide against it, but maybe the reasons are taken into
account. In addition, the spanker at least knows that the spankee would
appreciate more.

Minelle: I am not sure on the answer for this one either. I guess for me it is
communicating with your partner. But in the end they may need time and
practice.

arched one: I agree with most; communication is very important. Maybe suggest to the
HoH that during the spanking he wants it to stop hence the pleading but
he requests she does not listen to his pleading and to spank him until
she wants to stop. Baxter also had good advice stop the spanking for a
bit then start over until the message gets thru.

Anon: Easy - to stop evasion, she should make sure when she bends over, that
her better half has bound her securely in place, so that she is unable
to move her bottom out of the line of fire. Likewise a good gag should
silence any of her protests. However she must accept that she will be
unable to bring an end to her spanking, until he so decides, and she
might well end up with a much sorer bottom than she had bargained for!

This would only be appropriate if both partners agreed beforehand to use restraints and a gag.

In
a domestic discipline relationship, there's a conflict between the long
term desire to be subject to punishment spankings, and the short term
desire to not get spanked. As others say, more communication is
required. Make it known that you ultimately want to be spanked, even
though you don't like being spanked at the time. Obviously any spanking
must be given with your consent, but your husband can help by
encouraging you to hold to your original resolve, rather than saying
"well okay..." to excuses.

Sub hub: I think that this question is amazingly more common than any of us want
to admit. It is on some level, an admission of some amount of failure
(or lack of perfection is probably a better way to put it) when someone
that is receiving a punishment spanking, is not tested near the upper
edge of their limits. Or is it?

For me, there have been plenty
of times that I felt I could take more paddling, more sting, more slaps
of the paddle, even some bruising, possibly even some tears. But I
didn't really know, because I wasn't taken there.

Like the
email, when I protested and tried to evade, Mistress K. would give in,
fearing that the pain I was receiving was no longer bearable, and of
course she wanted me to feel the testing of her paddle, but did not want
me to suffer. When we spoke about it. I mentioned to her that our
relationship was about her leadership and dominance, and my submission.
I reminded her that we had previously established limits for things,
obvious or otherwise, and included in that discussion was the use of a
safeword. I asked her to rely on my ability to prevent us both from
going to a place neither of us should be, with the use of my safeword.
As such, she would be free of the burden of having to decide (or even
care) whether or not I was receiving the proper amount of punishment,
and only have to be concerned with whether or not she was giving what
SHE thought was the proper amount at that moment. Be that a nice, cure,
warm pink/red bottom, or a blithering, sobbing husband with blisters
and bruises.

Please, anyone that may be looking to this post and to these comments
for advice, DO NOT consider one of the comments made here as an
actual solution "... become more naughty." Integrity matters in every
relationship and topping from the bottom lacks integrity. Just my opinion, I could be wrong!

Thank you Hermione, for doing these Spanko Brunches! Love them.

Usedtodo Spankedhortic: Not sure if this would work in another gender combination but it does
during an F/m playtime. I compliment the spanker on their technique and
thank them for being so lenient with me. It's like waving a piece of
scarlet material in front of a male member of the bovine species.

Terri: Ok, I have two words for you: SAFE WORD. Ok, two more: PRE-SCENE
COMMUNICATION. I'm backing sub hub in phx up to the absolute hilt, he's
absolutely right. I'll expand on it a little, if I
may.

Communication is absolutely key to this issue, and "be more
naughty" may inspire more anger or more *desire to spank* (the
pre-spanking urge to administer many stinging swats for whatever
reason). What it won't do, is solve the issue of the spanker stopping
when the spankee protests or pulls away, leaving the spankee
unsatisfied. instead, you should lay out the ground rules, discuss the
use of safe words/safe phrases, hard limits, etc and even decide on what
kind of spanking is happening...BEFORE you begin the scene. After all,
as spankee, you are theoretically or apparently giving up control to
your spanker. But when push comes to shove, a single word from you can
end the scene entirely--and don't be afraid to call the cops if your
partner won't respect your safe word.

Of course, in any scenario,
both parties should have safe words. Just in case your partner is truly
uncomfortable with the level of play you're interested in, or needs a
break themselves for some reason. The traffic lights system (discussed
later) is a good idea for this.

The first thing to do is
establish whether one or both parties appreciate an element of false
lack of consent. It sounds like the emailer might be someone who does.
To be more specific, is trying to get away, and protesting about how
much it hurts or how much you don't want to be spanked, and having the
spanker pay no attention, actually a turn-on?

The reason to
establish this is the principle our scene holds most dear, the SSC
principle. (Safe, Sane, Consensual) one of the biggest ways to keep this
principle intact while exploring the marvellous world of kink is our
friend the safe word. The safe word must be something that wouldn't be
accidentally said in-scene--even if it's something you talk about or
think of a lot the rest of your life. The thing about the safe word is
this: unless it's used, no matter how much you wriggle, struggle or
protest, the scene doesn't end.

Of course, a similar option is
the traffic lights: Green for "go ahead". Amber/Yellow/Orange for "slow
down", "take a break" or "we need to talk" and red for "stop right now."
Again, unless you use those specific phrases, your partner may (and
probably will), ignore your protests and wriggles. Either that, or
(with your consent, naturally) they'll restrain you/gag you.

Naturally,
the above is all for fun spankings. Some of the above may not be
relevant to punishment spankings. Some people believe punishment
spankings should push a person's limits - or even go "just a little bit
beyond" a person's limits - under the guise of "showing who's in charge,
of course. Sometimes, it's not just the spankee's limits that get tested
in such punishment spankings--which is why I will reiterate the fact
that safe words and plenty of communication for all parties are
essential to any situation. Communicate, trust in your instincts as well
as your partner's....and remember to trust in the presence of the safe
word. And if you need it, for Merlin's sake USE IT! Yes, I'm a
Potterite.)

Ronnie: Not a straightforward answer to this as we are all different. The
spanker definitely needs a reason to spank. I say communication,
communication every time. Tell your partner how you feel but I know
easier said than done.

Amy: Communication is the key but is also very difficult. We are new to this
and are learning over time. For me, fighting the spanking that I
really want is part of the satisfaction once I finally get it, so we do
have a safe word that I've never even come close to using. That said,
Eric is more confident because I can use it. Also, we talk afterwards
(maybe days later) and that has helped. One thing Eric has changed is
when he's about done, he'll ask, "Do you think you've learned your
lesson?" If I really want more, I'll just shake my head no and he'll
get right back at it or he'll decide he thinks it's enough. At least
this way, he has my input without me taking over. I also wrote him a
couple of stories telling him some of my fantasies and desires. Do your
best to keep talking to each other and know it's hard for your partner
to know what is too far.

Hermione: I agree that communication is key to solving this problem, but as Ronnie said, it's easier said than done. Spanking can be a very difficult topic to discuss, even with someone close to you.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

It's the weekend, and that means it's time for our regular spanko brunch, where we discuss all matters related to spanking. This week's topic comes from an email I received from a regular reader.

How can I get my partner to give me harder or longer spankings? When I protest or try to evade the spanking, my partner gives in. What can I do to convince my partner to continue despite my seeming reluctance?

Can you provide any advice? Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to weigh in.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

This one was a toughie, but bravo to those of you who managed to think of a clever caption.

Ronnie: Last one to get to the end of the hall without dropping or holding their jug gets spanked.

Anything you can do, I can do better.

Simon: The girls were excited as they were meeting someone they had contacted
via a dating site, but both thought it was a bit strange that he had
specified "girls with big jugs".

Baxter:
woman on left: I have to admit that every once in a while, I drop one of these so I can get a spanking. woman on right: So that is your secret to get spanked. Well, I am going to try that now.

Sir Wendel: In 2010 archeologists discover the first traces of ancient Egyptian porn. “Girls with Jugs! Series 1”.

Enzo:
Lady on Right: I don't understand how you do it Elizabeth; not only do
we have to stand in the corner with our spanked bottoms on display, but
we have to keep these jugs on our heads throughout the process, how can
you be so still?Lady on Left: Easy, because I have seen what happens to those ladies who drop the jugs.

Six of the best: After these two ladies drunk the wine they were carrying, their husbands
sobered them up by taking down their knickers, and spanking their bare
bottoms with a pliable stinging cane.

ricky: Well, here's another fine mess you've gotten me into! Haven't I told you over and over, never to volunteer?Oh, shut up!

Vfrat25000: Don’t you stare at me Priscilla? You look just as ridiculous as I do!

What’s in your jug?I don’t know and I don’t think I want to know!

Becky,
are you absolutely positive we have to do this to join Alpha Gamma I
have a strange feeling that this has something to do with those guys at
the Beta Phi Fraternity!

THE BEGINNING of the WOMEN’S LIBERATION MOVEMENTLet’s blow this off and go get a glass of wine at the Pyramid Palace. The Pharaoh can kiss my butt. This is Bull Sh*t!

Why are you wearing your jug?I
went crazy at the Pharaoh’s Black Friday Sale, maxed out the American
Express. On top of wearing this stupid ceramic hat, I got spanked! I
might as well be out walking with a bowl on my head, I can’t sit down
anyway! How about you?I wrecked his brand new chariot, the one with the super expensive rims! You aren’t the only one who got spanked!

js666: Every day it's the same thing. When I pass that fresh kid in front of
the gate, he gives me a slap on the bottom and makes me spill the water,
so I have to go back for more. When I finally get a full jug home, I'm
so late that I get a spanking from the Chief Eunuch. At least he's
supposed to be a eunuch, but I did see him slipping a few coins to the
kid at the gate.

Hermione:
Woman #1: Have you heard that the penalty for dropping your jug has been upped to 50 whacks?
Woman #2: Only 50? I was hoping for 100.

Friday, November 27, 2015

You all know how I feel about grammar, and many of you out there agree with me. People who abuse grammar should be spanked, right? So just in time for Black Friday shopping, here are some gift ideas for the grammar nerd in your life.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

This fairly recent story by Andrew Grantham in Janus magazineshows that the right to social protest does not extend to schoolgirls, and their participation in opposing a new road scheme has painful consequences.

The so-called 'consultation process' was a mere sham. The proposed new road was going to be built, no matter what the local people said or did. Protests were inevitable, though, and, drawn to one such were three eighteen year olds from the nearby Finch Hall Girls' Academy. Gemma, Hannah and Abbey had made their way to one of the two protests being held at opposite ends of the projected new road.

It was a Saturday afternoon and they were free - although the trio knew their 'freedom' did not extend to actively supporting protest rallies. Blonde-haired Gemma had heard about the demo and had said to her two friends it would be a 'lark' to join in.

"Let's get some of those placards," suggested Abbey, as they joined the throng outside the village hall. The redhead was the fieriest and the natural leader of the threesome. "Tommy Timberdick is always telling us that a job worth doing is worth doing well!"

The said 'Tommy Timberdick' was, in fact, Dr Thomas Woodcock, the august Principal of Finch Hall Girls Academy!

"I'm not so sure." Hannah voiced her opinion. The brunette was always the most cautious of the three, near-inseparable, friends.

Minutes later, the three sixth formers were exhibiting such slogans as SAVE OUR SOIL, PEOPLE VERSUS POWER and NO ROAD HERE.

"I wonder if we'll be on the telly?" grinned Gemma.

"I hope not," frowned Hannah.

As it happened, the protest was not televised - which was a pity, as things got out out of hand and scuffles began which would have made good viewing on the local news.

A couple of hours later, Dr Woodcock received a telephone call from the police station asking if someone would collect three Finch Academy girls. They had been warned about their conduct. Their behaviour had not been up to the standard expected by students of their respected establishment. The Chief Superintendent felt sure that Dr Woodcock would see to it that the errant young ladies were dealt with in an appropriate manner.

"I most certainly will, Chief Superintendent," the Principal of the Academy had assured the high-ranking policeman.

Thus it was that Gemma, Hannah and Abbey found themselves on the carpet - literally. The wear on the strip of carpet in front of Dr Woodcock's large desk bore witness to the number of girls who had stood there over a period of years.

The tall, powerful Dr Woodcock's right arm was in a sling as a result of a riding accident. Much to every one's amusement Abbey had put it around that he was suffering from cramp due to overuse of his wrist.

All three girls were, unsurprisingly, sentenced to the cane. The Principal's caning arm might be out of action for that purpose, but it was clear from the arrival in the room of the sports master that he would be the one to cane them. The rather dishy Michael Smith was the subject of much juvenile fantasy and the fact that he was to dish out their punishment added considerably to the girls' embarrassment.

"This is a very serious matter, Mr Smith!" said Dr Woodcock, grimly, " and I want you to give each of these girls six real stingers - on the bare bottom."

The trio looked at each other in horror. They had never been caned on the bare bottom before! Furthermore, it would be so humiliating having their panties removed by the tall, athletic and good-looking Michael Smith.

"Yes, sir." The sports teacher knew where the cane was kept and he soon produced the three foot long whippy wand with the traditional curved handle. The stomachs of the three young offenders sank into their shoes.

"Who wants to be first?" enquired Michael Smith, letting the cane dangle at his side.

Each girl opened her mouth to volunteer, wanting to get it over with, but Dr Woodcock spoke first.

"I have no doubt it was the red-haired one who was the instigator," he growled. "I suggest we leave that little trouble-maker until last!"

The 'red-haired one' chewed her lip. That wasn't fair. It had really been Gemma's idea. She would now have to watch both Gemma and Hannah getting the stick, all the time knowing the same painful fate awaited her.

"I would imagine that Hannah Burke was simply caught up in the actions of the other two reprobates," observed Dr Woodcock. "Cane her first."

Hannah didn't exactly breathe a sigh of relief at the announcement but at least she would be spared that dreadful wait.

With his good hand, Dr Woodcock dragged an upright chair to a position in front of his desk. The girls naturally thought it was for them to bend over. They were, therefore, somewhat shocked when the Principal settled himself into the chair. He was getting himself a ringside seat for the impending action!

Mr Smith tapped the end of the thin stick against his trouser leg. He usually wore a tracksuit all day but now he looked very smart.

"Hannah!" He moved the cane to point to a pattern on the carpet. "Stand there, bend over and touch your toes!"

With dread in her stomach, the slightly-built brunette moved to the position as indicated and assumed the punitive stance.

The sports teacher tucked the cane under his left arm and used both hands to lift Hannah's grey, pleated skirt clear of her bare, nipped-in waist. Her briefs were white and covered in tiny forget-me-nots.

"You!" Mr Smith pointed the cane at Gemma and then pointed back to the array of forget-me-nots. "Take those down!"

Poor Hannah bit her lip. Having her bottom bared was bad enough, but having her best friend take her panties down was even worse. She felt Gemma's fingers warm on her flesh and soon her briefs were being eased down before being left to float down her legs and settle round her ankles.

Although Hannah was quite a slim girl, she was not flat bottomed. Her cheeks were oval and quite well padded, either side of the long but fairly shallow crease.

The brunette's thighs were narrow but still shapely enough. Her lower legs were encased in below-the-knee length, white cotton stockings.

Again the duo obeyed the instructions, their stance causing more than adequate breasts to thrust out within the confines of their regulation, apple-green tops.

They watched glumly as Mr Smith laid the sinister stick across the twitching nates of their friend. He shuffled his feet as he adjusted his position. The cane was then taken away and the good-looking young teacher stood majestically upright.

The nervous brunette felt the warm wood leaving her behind and she held her breath, waiting for the first of the six strokes to which she had been sentenced for her folly. Dr Woodcock, however, interrupted the proceedings.

"Before you begin, Mr Smith," he said, hurriedly. "I must warn all three offenders that they must remain in the discipline position until the caning has been completed. Failure to do so will result in extra strokes being awarded!" He made it sound like a prize-giving!

Hannah had been prepared, but the unexpected interruption meant that she was taken unawares. She heard the 'Swish!' but she had no time to brace herself for the first stroke.

Crack!

"Ooooph!"

The brunette's trim bottom absorbed the blow as the breath left her lungs. The well-wielded cane left behind a fierce sting. Hannah was barely coping with the sudden sensation when she heard the frightening hiss of well-worn rattan.

Crack!

"Owwwwwwwww!"

Hannah cried out this time. The sting was akin to a red-hot wire placed across her buttocks. Bravely she locked her knees although her bottom began to wiggle from side to side.

The unwilling watchers awaiting their turn saw the weals beginning to appear and they screwed up their eyes.

Mr Smith raised the cane to above shoulder height, rocked on his heels, and brought the willowy wand arcing down at high speed.

It impacted on the still-moving nates with a resounding CRACK!

"Yeeeooooww!" yelled Hannah.

She stamped her feet, rocking from side to side. The consequent parting of her legs resulted in her panties becoming fully-stretched between her ankles and the blatant exposure of her most intimate parts. A couple of stray, dark crinkly hairs peeped into view.

Gemma's face flushed bright red and Abbey's pretty features turned the colour of her hair. They were only too aware that they would soon be displaying themselves in a similar obscene manner before too long. It wasn't fair! Girls of their age and development shouldn't be getting a bare bottomed caning!

Hannah managed to still her actions, but there was still a gap between her girlish thighs.

The fourth stroke was applied with equal power, resulting in a high-pitched yell from the submissively positioned recipient. Her nether regions began a jerky, revealing dance.

Gemma and Abbey looked at one another. How could Tommy Timberdick sit there in that prime position watching everything on show? Did the man have no shame?

Mr Smith impatiently tapped the end of the cane against his leg, whilst he waited for the girl's red-striped bottom to still sufficiently.

The movements of Hannah's derriere became less frantic and the teacher in charge of the punishment felt able to continue. Up went the whippy stick, its slow ascent watched by the other two nervous-looking girls.

Its downward sweep was, however, too fast for their eyes.

Hiss!

Thwack!

"Yeeeeoooooooooww!"

For an awful moment, both Gemma and Abbey thought Hannah was going to jump up in her anguished reaction to the fiery cut. Instead the severely distressed brunette levered herself up and down furiously by her knees.

Her cry eventually tailed off, but her pump-like motion continued for some time afterwards.

Gemma's tummy was now beginning to lurch with trepidation. Hannah's sixth and final stroke was about to come and then it would be her turn to undergo a similar ordeal.

The redheaded Abbey could barely stand the agonising suspense. Would she be able to control herself under that awful goading cane? What heights of obscenity would her own performance bring? To think that her most private, intimate part would be only feet away from Tommy Timberdick's nose!

Now both chastiser and chastised settled themselves for the final stroke. Michael Smith drew the cane back over his shoulder. Hannah's slender body trembled as it awaited a further application of fire.

The thin stick's journey was suddenly activated and it swept down onto the corrugated buttocks where its movement was suddenly halted. It landed, about an inch or so above the tops of her thighs and left behind another brain numbing dose of agony.

The young bottom churned desperately in its reaction, accompanied by a hoarse cry of pain from the girl's throat.

"Thank you, Mr Smith," congratulated the Principal. "Well done! Now let's have her out of the way and start on the next one!"

The mouths of the two girls directly behind Dr Woodcock dropped open. He made it sound just like a production line.

Hannah couldn't have cared less about the Principal's comments. She was just so glad that her own painful ordeal was over. The brunette stayed just where she was, however, making no attempt to get up until she was expressly told to do so.

"Pull your knickers up and come and stand behind me!" At last the order came from the man in the chair.

The bent-over girl moved her hands a few inches and took hold of the tightly stretched material at her ankles. Slowly she raised herself up and her briefs began the ascent up her legs. Gingerly, she eased the elasticated top and the material over the scored, oval shaped buttocks.

As she watched, Gemma wondered who would be lowering her knickers.

Hannah's pleated skirt fell back into place and she turned around. The redness around her eyes was clearly evident. Abbey thought how well her friend had taken her punishment and just hoped she would be able to do likewise.

I'm afraid Gemma will have to wait until next week for her caning. Rather cruel, I know, but we're out of time.

Monday, November 23, 2015

This week we discussed brunches past, present and future on the occasion of the 100th spanko brunch here at Hermione's Heart.

Dan: Hi Hermione. I don't have a specific topic to highlight, but congratulations on the milestone!

Fred: 100 - Fantastic. Which gets me thinking about spankings and how many smacks do you like or can endure?

Anon 1: How about an offshoot to 91 where the question concerned friends, relatives, colleagues you suspected were spankos.

I'd
like to know from the spankees or spankers if this info was relayed to
them, if spankees ever did anything afterwards in public (reacting when
sitting, too much rubbing, etc) which was inadvertently witnessed, and
how did they explain it away.

My recent spankee found herself
rubbing her behind while pumping gas about an hour later, but was glad
it was after dark, and no one was around, but for a minute, she wasn't
sure. She was careful after that to make sure rubbing she did next 2
days was in private restrooms.

Anon 2: A great century. To commemorate it, why not present you delectable bottom
to your other half for one hundred juicy spanks, and then take a selfie
of the results to post next time ?

Bogey: The topic I would like to see discussed in depth is why are women so
reluctant to spank men. This could only be discussed on a blog like this
where there are plentiful female readers.

I have some ideas, but I have no idea if they are the real ones.
Destroying her image of the man as the dominate
Social conditioning
Reluctance to hurt him
Fear of being perceived as “bitchy”
Afraid he will resist
No practice in leading
Just not in the DNA

Nina: Hi Hermione, congratulations on 100th brunch. I have no favourite, but
like the food for thought you give us with them. Thank you and here's to
the next 100.

Arched one: I read your blog daily and never miss a brunch. They are all great and I
couldn't pick a favorite topic all are good. I do like the one comment
on women spanking me probably because my wife spanks me.

Six of the best: Hermione, congratulations on your 100th Spanko Brunch. They all have
been most appetizing, because I would have loved to eat them all. This
weekend I saw the movie, "50 Shades of Grey ", on TV HOME BOX OFFICE.
And I LOVED it/ They say never judge a book by its cover, or never judge
a movie by its critics. What other spanking movies have other 'Spanko's loved, and why, would be a good topic for discussion. Happy
Thanksgiving to all our Canadian friends, in this season to be jolly.

Enzo: Hi Hermione, congratulations on the 100th brunch! and thank you for
keeping this brunch idea going form Bonnie. Overall I think it is a
great idea to get readers talking.

I have not particular favorite
although I am ever interested in demographics. For some reason I feel
like the majority of spankers are older than I am and somehow I may have
been born too late (despite the 50SOG flash popularity).

Minelle: Always read! Congratulations on 100!!
I like the ideas you always have....

Bonnie: Happy 100, Hermione! The first hundred are the hardest. You have real momentum now.

Thanks
for taking over our community forum. I know for many readers, these
brunches provide their first chance to exchange thoughts with
experienced spankos. Even for those who just lurk, it's an excellent
learning opportunity. In that spirit, I suggest topics that allow our
novices to acquire new ideas and new inspirations from those who have
done this thing a time or two.

Ella: Just this weekend I found a Japanese rice paddle at an antique store. I
am always self-conscious now when I purchase something like that. Do
they know why I chose that particular item? Always in a hurry to leave.

Happy Brunch Birthday, Hermione! Thanks for all the great reading.

Hermione: Thank you all for the good wishes and the great ideas. You will be seeing your suggestions as future topics for our weekend spanko brunches. (Sorry, no selfies!)

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Today is a significant milestone. Together we have enjoyed 100 discussions since the ever-popular spanko brunch relocated to this blog from My Bottom Smarts. I wondered how to make this occasion memorable, so I went to Bonnie's archives to see how she celebrated her 100th brunch. Our discussion today is based on that brunch from long, long ago.

Has there been a brunch topic that you especially enjoyed? If so, what made it memorable? Is there a topic that you would like to see revisited?

For future brunches, is there a topic related to spanking that you think we should discuss?

Leave your remarks as a comment, and I eagerly look forward to reading your responses.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Since Paris is in our thoughts today after the horrible terrorist attacks of last week, I've found a selection from a novel called Painful Pleasures, first published in France in 1931. It is supposedly a genuine letter written by a French female teacher and sent to a flagellant newspaper column.

Without telling you at the start to what degree I am a flagellant, and to what category I belong, I am going to show you first, if you will permit me, the origin of the taste that I acquired for the whip, nor will I try to explore, before I go on, the motives or the circumstances which have determined this orientation. I shall begin, rather, by telling you that I was raised in a great deal of care by my parents and that never in my family was there any attempt to pervert me, unless I should admit that a predilection for the whip is a perversion - and that to me has never been demonstrated. Nor have I ever had any doubtful acquaintances, either at the elementary schools or in the upper courses, up to the taking of my bachelor's degree. Moreover I had never been whipped at school for the reason that such punishment was forbidden.

...I was never whipped by my mother, for my mother was by no stretch of the imagination a flagellant. My father, besides, never put a hand to me, and I never had amongst my relatives, either aunts or acquaintances who were in the habit of correcting their children thus, nor even any woman friend of my family at whose house I might have had the opportunity of witnessing corrections of this type administered to either boys or girls... I had often heard mothers, governesses or nurses threaten little girls or boys in a public square or park with a spanking, but never had I seen any administered to children in any case.

However a little later in the park I came to hear mothers talk of it to older children. The first time it was a boy about 12 years old and the second time, some days later, it was to a young girl also about 12 years old, when I was about the same age. It made on me a certain impression. It struck in me a certain astonishing sensation, and it is from that day that my interest arose in chastisement.

Mother and I were in the habit of taking a walk every Thursday, when the weather was nice, in a nearby park; often, with father, we would return again on Sundays. Sometimes we had lunch there or we brought it along and ate it on the grass. During vacation we would go to the park almost every day. Papa would eat at his office and mother and I would take along food for ourselves.

I mentioned above that, when I was 12 years old, I heard a girl threatened with a 'good whipping' and I experienced a certain frisson. That arose perhaps from gazing at the personality and physique of the girl who was taller and better developed than I was. I would have guessed her age as sixteen.

Playing with the girl later, I did not dare talk to her of the threat I had heard a few minutes earlier and which left me in a disturbed state. But my curiosity which had brusquely awakened was prodding me towards questioning her on this subject, and I felt sure I could not restrain myself if I were to remain for any time in her company. Taller than myself by a head, and very well proportioned, she seemed quite the young lady beside me and, over the next few days, I pictured her correction in my mind and I was greatly troubled by bizarre and new emotions. In my imagination, I saw the girl denuded for her punishment, this tall plump and fair haired girl with her firm and well turned legs showing under her short skirt, and her thighs half disclosed enabling me to determine for myself how gorgeously her flesh must spread out further up when it was exposed to the maternal hand.

I thought more and more about it, especially, I believe, because of the expression employed by her mother, and each time I found myself in the presence of a big and well developed girl the idea came to me that she, perhaps, might have to submit to corporal correction. The girls hips indicated by their fullness that they were worthy of it, and I suspected that even that fullness did them scant justice, thanks to the adjusted skirts they wore and which were fashion at the time.

This had become an obsession which remained with me for two years. Then, once again in the park - I was about 14 at this time - I found myself separated from mother while following some children of my own age and whose acquaintance I was to make, and with whom I played various games. Romping about, I suddenly found myself alone, but in a thicket ahead of me I perceived three older girls playing at a game much less innocent than mine.

On their knees in the grass, two of them held a third who was lying flat on her stomach. They had lifted her skirt and both of them took turns slapping her over her bloomers. These bloomers fitted tightly around the hips of their friend who, like the others, must have been about 20 years old. All three were smartly dressed and apparently belonged to the comfortable middle class, but that they were young girls from good families was apparent.

During the week, in July, the park is little frequented. They believed themselves quite alone and amused themselves freely, but at my sudden arrival they stopped, surprised for the moment. Seeing me alone, however, and scarcely troubling themselves at the sight of a child, the two who were administering the spanking promptly returned to their sport, without the slightest annoyance, and started all over again to smack their comrade in the most beautiful fashion.

The place was deserted that morning as it usually is at this time of the year. No doubt they must have thought, seeing me bare-headed, and not accompanied my mother, that I must have left her some distance away. They continued - perhaps excited still more by my presence - and one of them had the idea, on seeing me glued to the spot by an ardent curiosity which completely betrayed me, of adding further piquancy to their entertainment. In a trice, without any hesitation, she pulled down her friend's bloomers and showed me, in full view, the naked full buttocks of her friend.

It was the first time in my life I had seen the absolutely naked buttocks of a fully grown young woman. The other two girls who were holding their friend down on the ground seemed to experience the same joy in seeing her thus exposed, and both seemed to invite me to join them. They stared in turn at the gorgeous twin beauties they had uncovered and at myself, who to them, appeared to betray so lively an interest. They seemed to read in my eyes the pleasure I took in contemplating that which they were exhibiting to me, and which they offered so generously to my charmed gaze. The expressions on their faces, which I have never forgotten, indicated that they took pleasure in the emotion my appearance manifested, at once astonished and shocked.

The exposed posterior before me was a beautiful sight and the memory of it I have unforgettably conserved. The very white skin, the perfect form of the hemispheres, have been fixed in my memory forever, and I wish I knew how to draw or paint so that I might reproduce such a sensual and thrilling sight.

The young girl who was being whipped turned herself toward me. She was a lovely brunette with passionate eyes that I likewise can never forget.

The girl who had lowered the bloomers of the girl on the ground, had by now completely exposed the admirable contours by pulling the girl's chemise as high as possible. Then she took, between her soft hands, as much of the beautiful flesh as she could hold, and the expression which animated her testified to her sovereign pleasure. Under the soft but firm grip, the posterior muscles quivered, doubtless for my benefit, so that I might see the joy they were expressing and it was then that the punisher, still kneading the lovely flesh, spoke to me saying:

'You'd like to have this done to you, wouldn't you! You're jealous aren't you! You'd like your little bottom spanked just like this and this and this! Why don't you come here and.....'

I could not listen to any more. I fled from the thicket, ran toward the roadway and, finding my two comrades who had been looking for me, I returned to their game without whispering a word of what I had seen. I pretended I had lost them in my pursuit and they attributed my panting to the exertions of my search for them and suspected nothing else.

On my return to the house I found myself still trembling at the thought of what I had witnessed in the thicket. The beautiful naked bottom was still before my eyes, opened now I realised forever, to a world which until that moment was unknown. A world of ideas, desire, excitement and sensation. At the same time it confirmed for me the knowledge of a secret that had been lying dormant for two long years.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Dan: Hi Hermione. I did participate, as a blogger. The response wasn't quite
as good this year as last, but it did still bring out several new
commenters. My primary suggestion would be to leave it open for a week.
With the busy lives everyone leads these days, surfing time may be
limited to weekends for some people, so I would make sure there are
several consecutive days where people have the ability to jump in and
say hello.

Downunder Don: Hi Hermione, I loved our lurkers for the 9th time and as usual
appreciate the opportunity to say hello to all those wonderful bloggers
without the pressure of making a sane or intelligent comment. As Dan
said it maybe difficult foe people who lead very busy lives to reply in a
timely manner. Rather than a whole week I would suggest a 3 day
weekend....Fri, Sat and Sunday.

I like the format and especially those bloggers who acknowledge their contributors.

I worry that sometimes the only contributors are fellow bloggers in an orgy of self acknowledgement and congratulation.

Overall
I love to participate and am already looking forward to LOL 11 because I
love to Laugh Out Loud at my own silly comments. As always Lots Of Love
to everyone.

Dr. Ken: Hermione -- I participated both as a blogger and a lurker. My blog,
Spanking Minnesota, has participated almost every year--there were a
couple of years, at least, where I never found out the date for LOL Day
until it was actually here, so sometimes my LOL post went up at the last
hour.

I heard from a lot of people I've never heard from, which I
absolutely LOVE, and I thank each and everyone one of them for taking
the time to comment. At the same time, the number of responses were
(IMO) disappointing. Take away my responses, and I think there were
maybe 15 total. I see other blogs getting 40 and 50 and can't help but
wish I could get that kind of response. No idea how to do it, though.

I
know last year I suggested an LOL week, but now I don't know. Maybe
try a 3-day event, as Downunder Don suggested. Even that might be
unnecessary--the LOL Day posts aren't exactly going away, after all. I
mean, I don't think any of us say, "Well, LOL Days are over, I'll delete
the posts now." They're a part of the blog, and anyone can still come
in and comment on them. So, bottom line--I don't know. :-) As I said,
I'm in an odd place right now between being happy for all the great
people who delurked and commented, and disappointed that I couldn't
entice more people to do so.

Bonnie: I've participated all ten years. The last two were as a blogger.
Before that, I scrambled to coordinate an event that defies
coordination. Even with lots of help from you, Hermione, and others, it
was exhausting. I never seriously considered the multi-day format
because I knew I couldn't last that long.

I certainly enjoy
meeting new people and reconnecting with old friends. Someone described
LOL Day a spanko community block party. I think that fits, or perhaps
it's a huge family picnic where a bunch of new relatives arrive each
year.

A related benefit that gets less discussion is the
opportunity for people to connect in real life. I know several couples
who credit LOL Day for their introduction. I also know of good friends
who first met on LOL Day. That's great.

I love it when lurkers
become commenters and commenters become bloggers. This growth process
has played out many times to the benefit of our community.

I can't think of anything I dislike.

As
for encouraging more bloggers to participate, we used to send
invitations via e-mail. That worked great, but it became too huge and
time consuming. Maybe if we could organize a committee and divide the
work...

I would like to see us get more Tumblr bloggers involved
because this is where a lot of the growth is occurring. I don't see
much crossover between Tumblr and Blogger/Wordpress reader bases.
Maybe we can make strides in this area. I will get a Tumblr account of
that's what it takes.

On the other hand, maybe this size is fine. I know pretty much everyone, though some better than others. I like that.

Thank
you for hosting our successful LOL 10. I believe I have a good idea of
what it takes to make this event happen. It's more than most people
probably realize. Our community is stronger today because of your
efforts.

Ron: I was a lurker years ago. Around the beginning of 2006. Didn't know that
it would lead me meeting a lady and that she would get me to join that
site. When I started lurking, it was more about stories until I met her.
We fell in love and got married.

From lurking and reading I
started to write spanking stories. I was lucky to meet other writers
that I thought were great. My wife and I still enjoy the life style.
Something about a bottom changing colors is quite nice.

Minelle: I always enjoy LOL day. I think I have participated since I have
blogged...Not sure if that is 2 or three times...Ha ha! I always feel
awkward initially wondering if the person wants to hear from me, or even
knows me. I go back in time before I commented alot, then I get into
the swing of the party atmosphere and just love it. It seems like
everyone enjoys it! I do find it hard to get around to everyone...I hope
to visit some blogs this week! Thank you so much for all your hard work! It is much appreciated!!

Michael M: Yup, I participated and happy to do so. It was lurking that got me blogging after all.Can't think of anything much to do different.It
is interesting to see the pageviews go up so much on the LOL day(s) and
that was pleasing in and of itself, even if they did not all comment.Thanks for organising it.

Lindy: Hi Hermione, Thank you so much for hosting LOL day this year. I
participated as a blogger for the first time this year and thoroughly
enjoyed it. I've managed to meet a few new people so hopefully they
will stick around. I'm a bit like Dr Ken and saw some bloggers receive
heaps of responses and wondered why I didn't. Maybe as Downunder Don
says do it over a 3 day weekend. It took a bit of time to go through
all the list and then I had trouble remembering which ones I had
visited.Apart from this I think you did a wonderful job.

Nina: Hi Hermione, thank you for hosting LOL Day, I loved it. I participated
as a blogger and lurker. I enjoy this opportunity to reach out to other
bloggers and also to comment in blogs where I usually read without
writing. To turn this into a two day event was awesome, it helped me
a lot to have much time to read in some blogs I didn't know. I don't
know if there is anything that should be changed, because I thought it
was a fun event the way it was. Thank you!

Pearl: First, thank you for keeping LOL day going. I do love to participate as
a blogger and a lurker. My favorite thing is to get connected with new
blogs and to be introduced to some new readers. In my busy life it is
difficult to search out new blogs.

I like the idea of a 3 day event as well.

Eric and Amy: Hermione! Your LOL two day event was a great time for me. New to ttwd,
blogging and this community, it was not only fun to receive lots of
comments and to explore everyone on your list, but I found it incredibly
inspiring to see through comments all of the connections and
friendships that your participants have with each other. Those of you
who have been blogging for years have wonderful stories and experiences
to share about your journey in this non-vanilla place but you are also
real people who support each other in many personal trials and
tribulations as well.

Next year, maybe there could be a countdown
to LOL day (kind of like an advent calendar). Each day the hostess
could post a new clip art counting down to the event and everyone else
could share it on his/her blog. Just an idea!

Thank you again for doing this. ;)

Ella: Thank you, Hermione, for all the effort you put into this event. It was
my first time, and I participated as a blogger and a visitor to other
blogs, old and new. I met some new people and enjoyed the ones I
already knew. Since it was my first time, I was also glad to have a
chance to thank the bloggers that have encouraged me as I started up
this year. It did, indeed, feel like a party. But I felt like I was
late.

I love the idea of advertising as Amy said above. Then our
silent readers would know what to expect. Also wish someone would have
helped me understand what was expected of me. Working full time, I
didn't realize how far behind I was until it was almost over. I needed
the luxury of my weekend to really enjoy everyone. Do like the Friday,
Saturday, Sunday idea, too.

You are a real special lady to organize this whole thing.

Jan: Hi Hermione, I did take part, as both a blogger and a lurker. I love
this day although I don't think it was as busy as last year. It's great
to meet new people and I feel like it pulls us all together. Thanks so
much for hosting and to Bonnie for starting it.

Jenn: Eric51Amy49 has a great idea. Post ahead of time.

Ronnie: Thank you for hosting LOL days. I am so pleased you decided to carry on from Bonnie.

I did participate as a blogger and a lurker. It was my 7th year.

I
love meeting new friends and having lurkers who have been reading for a
while come out and leave a comment. It's like a big party where new
people come along who then become friends.

Can think of anything I dislike.

I think the format works well. Having it over 2 days was a great idea.

Not
sure how we can attract more bloggers to participant. Promote it more
not just the week before the date. Not sure how. Thinking on that.

You as the organiser may have thoughts on how to improve (though I can't think of anything that would)

If I can do anything to help you know you just have to ask.

Hermione: Thank you all for your words of encouragement and for your suggestions. I think that a countdown is a good idea, as well as having more bloggers spread the word about the upcoming event. I do worry that because my blog does not have the huge readership that Bonnie's does, not enough people find out about it until it's over, if at all.

I remember the old days, of assembling over 300 email addresses of active bloggers so that Bonnie could contact each blogger to let them know about the upcoming LOL. That was when LOL was kept secret until the actual day. Invariably, some bloggers were unintentionally left out and that caused hurt feelings.

Involving Tumblr blogs seems a logical next step, but commenting on those blogs might be problematic for most of us. With certain exceptions, they do seem to be in a separate section of the blogosphere, with a different focus.

Since Remembrance Day / Veteran's Day falls on Thursday next year (and I intentionally avoid that day), a three-day weekend LOL celebration might be worth trying.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Well, we have had an exciting week here in spanko blogland. Some of us are still celebrating the tenth annual Love Our Lurkers. We had a good number of participating blogs, and I noticed quite a few first-time commenters. Now I would like to hear from you. What are your thoughts on Love Our Lurkers? Here are a few questions; you may answer some or all of them, or simply tell me your opinion.

Did you participate, either as a lurker or as a blogger?

What do you enjoy about it? What do you dislike?

What works and what doesn't?

How can we attract more participants?

What can we do to improve LOL Days next year?

Any other thoughts?

Leave your reply as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to speak. I would especially like to encourage my silent readers to tell me what they think.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Come out, come out, wherever you are! Once again it's time for all lurkers to declare themselves. It's day two of our annual lurker lovefest.

If you are a regular, semi-regular, or occasional reader of Hermione's Heart, but have never been brave enough to leave a comment, this is your chance. I would love to meet you. You may remain anonymous if you wish, or use a fictitious name. You may say whatever you like. "Hello" is just fine. Or you might want to answer this question: How long have you been interested in spanking?

Watch this post for bloggers who are Loving their Lurkers today. If your blog is on Bonnie's Good and Hot blogroll, I'll find you. Or leave a comment to let me know you are participating.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

We have come to the final installment of Myra's punishment, from the story "Three-Two-One" written by Colin Weaver for Februs. As you recall, Myra was sentenced to receive three spankings, two tawsings, and one caning. She accomplished most of that in parts one and two, but still has one tawsing and the caning to go before the end of two weeks. Time is running out; will she make it?

All this time Myra had been on leave from her job. On the Thursday of the second week she was summoned back to work.

"Miss Leverson," said Mr Brown, her immediate boss. "I understand you are undergoing a course of correction and that's why you took leave."

Myra blushed to the roots of her hair. "Yes sir," she muttered.

"Without making mention of this conviction to your employer as you are supposed to do! This could be quite serious, Myra."

Myra hung her head, regretting her bashful stupidity.

"I have often thought, "said Mr Brown, slowly," what a remarkably attractive bottom you have. Maybe..."

Myra sighed. "Alright Mr Brown, I get the picture. I have to fit in another strapping from someone so it might as well be you."

Myra had hoped for privacy but he pushed her into the outer office. In front of the whole staff, he put Myra over her own desk with her skirt up and her knickers in the waste basket. She was hotly aware of her shame, knowing that every eye was on the shapely bottom that Mr Brown so admired.

Then the tawse swung down and for the next few minutes Myra's office colleagues watched and listened, fascinated, as the attractive brunette took a damned good hiding; the juicy smacks of leather on naked female flesh; Myra's shrieks and sobs and heartfelt entreaties; the squirming body and flailing legs revealing to horny male clerks those secret valleys they had hitherto only fantasised about, and the awesome effect of the vigorously wielded tawse upon Myra's defenceless buttocks.

Mr Brown did not have the experience of Mrs Macilse, but he had great enthusiasm and a strong right arm. After Myra's punished rear had endured a red-hot dozen she wailed, "Mr Brown, I can't take any more. I just can't!"

"Perhaps," said Mr Brown, "we could come to an understanding. If you agree that from now on you will go across my knee as an accepted form of office discipline."

"Yes, yes, you can spank me whenever you like! But no more tawse now- pleeease!"

"Oh I think you can take three more," said Mr Brown.

Crack! "Oooooooooooh!"

Crack! "Aaaaaaaaaaaagghh!"

Crack! "Eeeeeeeeeyowwwwww!"

* * *

"Myra," said Toni, a couple of days later, "You still have a caning to come don't you?"

"Yes, it's the last day," sighed Myra. "I'm not trying to avoid it - but who is going to cane me?"

"Why not go to Mr Sheldon again?"

"You're not allowed to get punishment from the same person twice," said Myra, but she phoned Terence Sheldon anyway.

"No problem, my dear," he said. "Come over tonight. Everything will be arranged."

"So," said Myra at 7:30 that evening, "Who is going to cane me?"

"Jane!" said Mr Sheldon. "She has a great deal of experience."

His wife laughed at Myra's look of surprise. "No I haven't caned the kids - and certainly not Terence! I belong to an elite group of women who enjoy both giving and taking punishment." She hesitated, then added, "There might be an opening for another member. I sense something about you."

"That," said Myra, " is something to think about later. For the present I'd like to get my punishment over."

Mrs Sheldon looked at her thoughtfully. "Trousers tonight I see. Well that was a bit silly. Very well, take them off - and your shoes, socks and knickers."

A little later, Myra, blushing furiously and naked from the waist down was trying to avoid Mr Sheldon's eye. Two chairs had been placed back to back.

"Kneel on one," instructed Mrs Sheldon. "Bend over and grasp the seat of the other.

In that position, Myra's bare bottom felt horribly exposed and vulnerable. Which, she realised, was the idea! She closed her eyes. 'I've learned my lesson,' she told herself, 'I really and truly have!'

And then the first expertly delivered stroke of the cane thwacked agonisingly across her quivering buttocks.

Much later, when she had been allowed out of the corner after a seeming eternity of weeping repentance, she reluctantly squeezed her throbbing bottom into trousers which had somehow become too tight.

"Jane," she said. "You'll forgive me if I don't make an immediate answer to your offer, won't you? I have a very painful fortnight to get over first. Meanwhile - do you know anybody who wants to buy an antique lawnmower?"

I'm afraid I can't help Myra out. but I would like to know more about that ladies' club. And wasn't it convenient that Mr Brown just happened to have a tawse handy?

Monday, November 9, 2015

Roz: Hi Hermoine, our spankings are usually over the bed or couch. Love otk, though not sure a knee qualifies as furniture lol.

Sir Wendel: Armless chairs are my favorite. I love to sit down, put her over my
laptop and spank away. The bed is nice but that is usually the
destination after I spank her. She makes me bend over the end of the
bed.

Nina: Hi Hermione, over the bed or couch is nice, and across the kitchen table
can be pretty sexy, if it is the right sort of spanking. :)

Baxter: Our spankings are always in the lower back bedroom that has been changed
from guest room to workshop and now a part of the house we can go to
and be naughty or nice. Typically it is me bent over the futon with my
wife applying the spoon or crop or paddle. sometimes my wife takes that
position and she gets the same as me.

arched one: Any place I can bend over and present my bottom to her. Most take place
laying on the bed or bent over the end of the bed. Next would be the
sofa arm and lets not forget her lap.

Ronnie: The bed I like but If OTK qualifies as furniture then that would be my favourite.

sub hub: We have a pretty big walk-in closet. In the middle of it is an "island"
counter top that is waist high and about 10 feet long. Mistress has
discover that having me lie on that for my spankings makes her job
easier, more comfortable and convenient.

Downunder Don: Usually on a pillow over the end of the bed.But occasionally it is
over an old bar stool that is nearly 1 meter high....just high enough
that her toes leave the ground when used. Everything is then beautifully
exposed.

Tim: Good question. I usually have her bent over the bed or kneeling on the edge of it.

Hermione: The end of the bed is pretty much always used for spanking, since our activity almost always occurs in the bedroom.